Our angels watch over us, though they were stolen.
We remember them, thus they are never lost.
Taken, but not lost.
Dearest Kristiana with her infectious laugh and crazy lip tricks.
Brilliant Stephanie with her wild red hair and even more wild personality.
Our angels.
Taken from those who loved them.
We still feel them.
Whenever the wind blows, a bird calls, a wave breaks, a tree quakes, we hear them.
They surround us.
We will never forget them, so they are not lost.
Taken, but not lost.
Beautiful angels, keep watch over us.
We will see you again.
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